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Part ten
He was here!
Rampage felt him immediately. He closed his optics and concentrated.
Anger. That was hardly surprising. And also fear but not the kind of fear the killer would have enjoyed. This was just the usual fear of failure he often sensed in Depth Charge but this time it was more prominent.
Interesting. How had the former ray managed to enter the restricted labs? And why was he so afraid now that he knew Rampage was more restrained than ever with all the security measures and the core of his spark cut out? Cut out and transplanted to another being, but Depth Charge probably didn't know that. If he knew, he would have been outraged at the scientists, experimenting on an innocent femme. Although they did give her painkillers and they did threat her as a person. Experimenting on Rampage however was another thing.
Yes, why not carve our names on his spark and see if it heals? The scientists just loved to torment him and there was one of them who was especially inventive about it. Now it had become evident Depth Charge was just the same. He had given Dr. Clearcut the one idea she still hadn't come up with.
So maybe the Guardian was allowed here to enjoy his good work. Except if he had come to kill him.
Well, that would be a relief, wouldn't it…?
No. He couldn't give up yet. Not before he got his revenge on the universe. He couldn't die and let everyone who had tortured him live.
SLAM!
CLICK.
The unoccupied cell to his right locked. Rampage reopened his optics abruptly.
Now, that was unexpected. Looks like I just got a second neighbour.
Depth Charge sat on the only bench in his cell and leaned on the wall.
All right. Let's assess the situation. Rampage is still contained. That's a plus.
And Dr. Clearcut had made sure to inform him that the killer was in the cell next to his on the left. Maybe she had thought that would scare him. He looked at the left wall. Bah. He had seen scarier things than a cell wall. Even if there was a mass murdered behind it. Actually, the fact that he was behind it was what made it even less scary. Being so close to X he could keep an eye on what was happening to him. The down side of it was that that creep could sense his emotions. He would have to stay very calm…
Yeah, good luck with that.
Well, at least he had managed to talk to Mind Game…
Plus.
…and put her in danger.
Minus.
He had told her to try and contact Optimus Primal simply because, as much as Depth Charge hated to admit it, he was the only person who might be willing to help. Whether he would do it was another matter entirely. Would he believe some strange femme? Would he go against the Government?
To be honest, based on his experience, Depth Charge doubted it but it was out of his hands now.
He punched the wall.
Slag. I was supposed to stay calm.
In the next cell Rampage smirked.
The third cell looked less like a cell and more like a real room. It had a bed in it and even a small table with an untouched tray of food. A young femme was sitting on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She felt really miserable but she wasn't crying because she had learned not to do that long ago. It upset her mother to see her cry and though her mother wasn't there now, the habit remained.
She was so tired…
Until very recently she had known she would die and she had more or less come to terms with the thought. Now she was alive but she wasn't sure that was an improvement. Everything was so very wrong here!
The doctors were being nice to her, especially the red and gold lady, but she was terrified every time they put her to sleep because she had no idea what they were doing to her. She felt strange and she knew for sure there was something alien in her body. Like the presence of another person. She didn't like that presence. It was dark, bitter and scary. She was almost sure it was the robot in the room next to hers. He was either insane or they were doing something horrible to him because he often screamed. Then she would block her audios with her hands and do her best not to listen.
But now he was silent. And she was feeling a bit dizzy. That worried her somehow but she didn't have the energy to think about it.
She wanted to see her Mom badly but she had quickly realized there was no hope for that.
The dizziness was getting worse. She lay down on the bed.
They had told her that her mother had abandoned her, which she hadn't believed even for a moment. Mind Game wouldn't leave her Starlet, not for all the stars in the universe, as she often said. With that thought she felt herself drift to sleep.
She's sad. SHE'S SAD! What right does she have to be sad? She has no idea what real pain is! They… They spoil her rotten! They talk to her, they're nice to her, they give her painkillers and food and they used my spark to heal her. What's the big difference between us?
I hate her!
He suddenly realized she was starting to lose consciousness and her spark was growing weaker. That immediately made him feel weaker too. The piece of his spark in her body was drawing from his own strength. This time he cared for more than one reason. He didn't want to be the means to repair her. He wanted to hurt her.
Of course, nobody asked him. But if they didn't discover the problem soon she would die anyway.
